Face To Face With a Nameless Dame

Hold your fire Let your sharp tongue retire When to the fore sneaks your ire Increasing carelessness danger Thinking in your mind you’re an indomitable ranger Although in your own skin you turn into a total stranger Body somehow cut off from your mind With a baggage of axes to grind When moderation and restraint remind you to find Better avenues conflicts to handle As your roving hand to a pristine place strays to fondle In the way you assuage your sorrow bundle Hoping to progress, succeeding in failure As your successes grow increasingly fewer Cos your ire and short fuse couldn’t find a cure To the uncertainty and unpredictability you nurture In times of stress. To the fore comes a procrastination culture You extrapolate into your unreachable future Where no spouse tolerates you Cos normal life you have no clue Neither can you fasten happiness with gregarious glue Much as you dare to dream You’d crossed over with flying colours a fast moving stream When in fear of the unknown you did scream And to your rescue came a dame Svelte, graceful who declined to you give both her name and game Fearing your bad reputation would sully her with both blame and shame.